say you won't let go, sam winchester [ 4 ]

028. three stars

The six are waiting on Mick in the same room that Sam killed the alpha in. Sam is sitting on the table while Dean paces out of boredom and some annoyance. Miranda is standing and has her arms crossed over her chest while the three kids sit in the chairs.

"All right, that's it. I'm waiting in the car." Dean says.

"Dean, dude, wait a second." Sam says.

"No. You know what? Getting jobs from these dicks is one thing, but I didn't sign up for this reporting for duty shit, especially when they're late." Dean says.

"Sorry I'm late." Mick walks in. "My report to the home office ran long. We've had our hands full since..." Mick looks at the blood stain on the floor. "Well, best not to dwell on that."

"Wow. That is some world-class repression. You are British." Dean says.

"We prefer to call it a stiff upper lip." Mick says.

"Okay, okay. Enough." Sam says. "Mick, what's the deal with the bat signal?"

"There was an incident in Wisconsin." Mick gives Sam a folder. "A girl named Hayden Foster's in the hospital, and her brother lost his heart. Looks like a werewolf."

"Well, they don't usually leave behind survivors." Sam says.

"Freak probably got spooked before it could finish the job." Dean says.

"Well, perhaps. But it usually takes more than a fright to put your average werewolf off his supper." Mick says.

"Oh, you'd know that, would you?" Dean asks.

"Actually, I would. I did extensive research into lycanthropy at Kendricks." Mick says

"Kendricks?" Sam asks.

"The Kendricks School. It's where the British Men of Letters train their operatives. It's like our--"

"Hogwarts?" Sam asks.

"Exactly." Mick gives a book to Sam, putting another on the table. "Kendricks is the largest collection of occult lore in the world."

"Cool." Sam smiles. He looks at Dean who is glaring. Sam looks at Miranda who he can tell is fighting to strangle the British man and Sam drops his smile.

"So when it comes to werewolves, I'm not entirely ignorant. For example, we know that last night's attack didn't happen on a full moon." Mick says. "Therefore, we're looking for a pureblood."

"You think? It looks like a milk run to me." Dean says.

"Then you don't mind if we tag along." Mick says.

"Mick, um... listen, I-I don't think... I don't think it's really your guys' kind of thing." Sam says.

"Oh, no, maybe it should be. I had the best team, but most of us, we were thinkers, not fighters." Mick says. "And let's be honest -- you and your mum, you're the only reason I'm still alive."

"So now you wanna be like us?" Dean asks.

"No. I just want to be ready for whatever's next." Mick says.

The Winchesters go into the hall.

"Dude, he is dead weight, and you know it." Dean says.

"Look, Mick is inexperienced, sure. But these people have some serious knowledge." Sam says.

"So? Dude, what we do, you can't learn this shit in a book. You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun, you go out there." Dean says. "Either you get good fast or you get dead faster."

"We're working with these people now and-and we're getting wins. We're saving people. The better they are, the better we are." Sam says. "Look, Mick held his own with the alpha. Why not give him a shot? Maybe he'll come in handy."